# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
100 | Lord, thy glory fills the heaven | | | | | | | |
101 | O God, we praise thee, and confess | | | | | | | |
102 | God is the refuge of his saints | | | | | | | |
103 | There's nothing bright above, below | | | | | | | |
104 | When all thy mercies, O my God | | | | | | | |
105 | The mercies of my God and King | | | | | | | |
106 | Come, thou desire of all thy saints | | | | | | | |
107 | There's not a star whose twinkling light | | | | | | | |
108 | Begin, my tongue, some heavenly theme | | | | | | | |
109 | My God! the spring of all my joys | | | | | | | |
110 | My God, how wonderful thou art | | | | | | | |
111 | God moves in a mysterious way | | | | | | | |
112 | O God, our help in ages past | | | | | | | |
113 | There is a book that all may read | | | | | | | |
114 | What shall I render to my God | | | | | | | |
115 | O Lord, I would delight in thee | | | | | | | |
116 | While thee I seek, protecting Power! | | | | | | | |
117 | When the worn spirit wants repose | | | | | | | |
118 | To God the only wise | | | | | | | |
119 | O bless the Lord, my soul | | | | | | | |
120 | My soul, repeat his praise | | | | | | | |
121 | Honor and glory, thanksgiving and praise | | | | | | | |
122 | Come, thou almighty King | | | | | | | |
123 | Thou whose almighty word | | | | | | | |
124 | O praise ye the Lord, prepare your glad voice | | | | | | | |
125 | O worship the King, all-glorious above | | | | | | | |
126 | Father, thine elect who lovest | | | | | | | |
127 | Lord! thou hast searched, and seen me thro' | | | | | | | |
128 | Great God, how infinite art thou! | | | | | | | |
129 | Songs of praise the angels sang | | | | | | | |
130 | Praise the Lord, his glories show | | | | | | | |
131 | Lord of earth1 thy forming hand | | | | | | | |
132 | Holy, holy, holy, Lord | | | | | | | |
133 | Beyond, beyond that boundless sea | | | | | | | |
134 | A mighty fortress is our God | | | | | | | |
135 | Holy, holy, holy is the Lord! | | | | | | | |
136 | Shout the glad tidings, exultingly sing | | | | | | | |
137 | Come, gracious Spirit, heavenly Dove | | | | | | | |
138 | As when in silence, vernal showers | | | | | | | |
139 | Come, O Creator Spirit blest! | | | | | | | |
140 | No track is on the sunny sky | | | | | | | |
141 | Lord, am I precious in thy sight? | | | | | | | |
142 | Come, Holy Spirit, heavenly Dove | | | | | | | |
143 | O Holy Ghost, the Comforter | | | | | | | |
144 | The God of grace will never leave | | | | | | | |
145 | Spirit Divine! attend our prayers | | | | | | | |
146 | Enthroned on high, Almighty Lord! | | | | | | | |
147 | Come, Holy Spirit, come | | | | | | | |
148 | The Holy Ghost is here | | | | | | | |
149 | Blest Comforter Divine | | | | | | | |
150 | Holy Ghost1 with light divine | | | | | | | |
151 | Gracious Spirit, Love divine! | | | | | | | |
152 | Come Holy Spirit, from above | | | | | | | |
153 | Spirit of God! descend upon my heart | | | | | | | |
154 | Holy Ghost, the Infinite | | | | | | | |
155 | Our blest Redeemer, ere he breathed | | | | | | | |
156 | Come, O promised Comforter | | | | | | | |
157 | Joy to the world, the Lord is come! | | | | | | | |
158 | While shepherds watched their flocks by night | | | | | | | |
159 | Calm on the listening ear of night | | | | | | | |
160 | O come, all ye faithful, Joyfully triumphant | | | | | | | |
161 | It came upon the midnight clear | | | | | | | |
162 | Hark! what mean those holy voices | | | | | | | |
163 | On this night, all nights excelling | | | | | | | |
164 | Hark! the herald angels sing | | | | | | | |
165 | "Christ, the Lord, is risen to-day" | | | | | | | |
166 | Brightest and best of the sons of the morning! | | | | | | | |
167 | O thou, who by a star didst guide | | | | | | | |
168 | To us a Child of Hope is born | | | | | | | |
169 | Messiah, at thy glad approach | | | | | | | |
170 | How sweetly flow'd the gospel sound | | | | | | | |
171 | Jesus a child his course begun | | | | | | | |
172 | Thine arm, O Lord, in days of old | | | | | | | |
173 | O where is he that trod the sea | | | | | | | |
174 | A pilgrim through this lonely world | | | | | | | |
175 | As oft, with worn and weary feet | | | | | | | |
176 | My dear Redeemer, and my Lord! | | | | | | | |
177 | How beauteous were the marks divine | | | | | | | |
178 | O Lord, we would the path retrace | | | | | | | |
179 | Jesus wept! those tears are over | | | | | | | |
180 | "See how he loved!" exclaimed the Jews | | | | | | | |
181a | 'Tis midnight, and on Olive's brow | | | | | | | |
181b | 'Tis midnight and on olives brow | | | | | | | |
182a | " 'Tis finished!"--so the Saviour cried | | | | | | | |
182b | " 'Tis finished!" so the Saviour cried | | | | | | | |
183 | He dies!--the Friend of sinners dies | | | | | | | |
184 | Ride on, ride on, in majesty! | | | | | | | |
185 | When I survey the wondrous cross | | | | | | | |
186 | Ye that pass by, behold the Man! | | | | | | | |
187 | O, the sweet wonders of that cross | | | | | | | |
188 | I saw One hanging on a tree | | | | | | | |
189 | Thou, O my Jesus, thou didst me | | | | | | | |
190a | There is a fountain filled with blood | | | | | | | |
190b | There is a fountain filled with blood | | | | | | | |
191a | Thou dear Redeemer, dying Lamb | | | | | | | |
191b | Thou dear Redeemer, dying Lamb | | | | | | | |
192 | Alas! and did my Saviour bleed | | | | | | | |
193 | O Jesus, sweet the tears I shed | | | | | | | |
194 | O Sacred Head now wounded | | | | | | | |
195 | Angel, roll the rock away | | | | | | | |